Sentiments Of Tired Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sentiments Of Tired Senses



Wallowing on shores of sand, missing tides of tears rising
and falling into sentiments of tired senses as they continue
to reach into dimensions that never are fulfilled again.

A tiny light of endearment strolling down mountainsides of
difficulty and pride, being steadied in the last vestiges
of our united spirits.

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